All this goth/hip/unhip talk is mingling with my recent self-awareness that I'm much too serious about my clothing. I used to not be half so serious about my clothing...it's got something to do with the fulltime job, I think. And that's just wrong. WRONG. My favorite items of clothing right now: an honest-to-god scrub shirt from a hospital (a stellar goodwill find, indeed) and some sleek black pants that are woven with the tiniest glitter thread. I would wear them 24-7 were it healthy. But in my recent forays to Goodwill Land, I have passed up shirts I should have bought on the spot. One was from a slaughteryard (it had a rustic looking cow skull with the cattleyard's logo under it) and the other was a Y2K classic that interpretted Y2K as meaning "Yes to the King," the king being Jesus, not Elvis. See, I need to start wearing this stuff for the sheer humor of it all.
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